Agnes Harrold
‘Send for Granny Harrold’ was the cry when basic first aid was not enough. Where boat transport was impracticable she walked, sometimes many miles, treated the patient, returned home to sleep and went back to the patient next day. She did not fuss, was efficient, and inspired confidence. Her hands were ‘strong as a man’s’, and she was comforting in times of trouble. ‘He just slipt awa’ like a knotless thread’, she would say when death at last came, often from tuberculosis; or ‘The poor bairn – he’s easy now’, when a baby died.